Purple flames celebrate the new warrior's feats
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while dry tears take the old triumphs to a silent death
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The old men's corpses consumes in an obscure dust
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while the new secret shines in a golden aura
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Past glories could rejoice only a brief instant
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Soon the new gloom's birth will wrap the present and the future
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in a pall of algid fires and glacial quivers
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No blood is willing to be shed in memory of your sighs
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No wind will agitate the trees' fronds at sunset
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The foul insect will suck the virgin infant's pulp
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The fifth simulacrum's sect will perish under
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the vibrating echo of the white queen
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Every sword is unarmed in the presence of the goddess's dagger
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Every shield is smashed by the young witch
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The third magic star protects my mental acts
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The master of the astral fluid illuminates my path.
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Black Glory
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Cadaveria |